It was autumn at long last -- the best season for gathering mushrooms and brewing potions. The witch's little cottage on the outskirts of town was blanketed by gold and red from the soon-slumbering trees, just how she liked it. Her time today had been mostly spent on gathering ingredients, getting ready for the usual requests: "Make me a love potion!" or "Can you brew me something that will make me more beautiful?" They were certainly the most common and least interesting potions, but they made her money enough to buy bread and water, so brew them she did. With her basket filled to the brim, she walked back along the worn dirt path that led home. Much to her surprise and concern, as she emerged from the thick brush to her cottage, waiting at her doorstep was a young woman with tears streaming down her face. "If you're here for a potion, my dear, I only just gathered the ingredients," said the witch from behind her, "But, please, come inside." The young woman stood aside, letting the witch undo the many locks to her cottage, revealing a modest and cozy foyer. Gesturing to a seat, the witch continued: "Something is clearly troubling you. What's the matter?" The woman hesitated, then replied with lightly ragged breaths, "I... I want a potion to help me stop feeling so alone." Setting her ingredients down, the witch opened her cupboard and grabbed two small bags of leaves. With a flick of her wrist, two cups on the countertop filled with hot water. The witch dropped the leaves into the water and stirred for a short time. Handing one cup to the young woman, breaking the silence, she said, "Tea?" The witch replied with a smile, "Yes. Let's get to know each other."
The motion in some of those stars is fantastic (not to mention in the body of the nebula itself), and the blur adds a nice sense of depth complementing the structure in an interesting way. I always wax poetic about the annoyances of finding just the right amount of blur, and you've done an excellent job of using it here!